My trip to Idaho was all planned out, right down to the last detail; what to do, when to do it, with whom to do it with, etc.
Well, that all went out the window to a large extent. I had planned to leave on June 14th at 9:00 a.m. on United Airlines (THEY SUCK!). I called to confirm the flight the night before. They canceled that flight, and put me on the 5:27 p.m. flight. The next morning, I awoke at 6:00, thinking that I had the rest of the day to take it easy and pack in my own good time. I called to confirm the flight. They cancelled the 5:27 p.m. flight and put me on the 10:10 a.m. flight instead. So, instead of having all day to pack and get ready, I had just an hour or so to put everything together, get to the airport, and take off.
The flights were all different. I originally was going Hartford / Chicago / Boise. Now, I was going Hartford / Washington, D.C. / Los Angeles / Boise. I got to Los Angeles late because the plane left Washington late. So when I stepped off the plane, I had a message on my cell phone that the United computer had cancelled my flight to Boise (because I was a bit late getting in), and was flying me to San Francisco / Boise instead. The short of it is, I made it to Boise (eventually) and my luggage went to San Francisco. We eventually all united (no pun intended) Sunday morning, just in time for me to get to my cousins house on Father's Day for a family reunion.
It went well, although I was a bit of a zombie. It's kind of strange for me seeing people that are rather closely related to me that I haven't seen for a long time. I went back three years ago, and before that, it was 25 years ago. I never felt like they accepted me, and things were said that are hard to forget. But times change. I would like to know them more now, and I think they want that as well. Here's a summary of the trip, and mention of some of the things that were especially special to me. One "thumbs up" was good. More than that ranked the events...
Sunday, June, 15th, Father's Day 

Meeting aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Some of my nieces and nephews are 17 years old, and I just met them for the first time. Yeah, it was a bit weird.
Monday, trip to Cascade/McCall with my friend Mary 



I have to say, this was one of most special trips I've had in a long time. The scenery was beautiful, but I was able to really connect with a friend that I've known for many years. We went to the same college together. In fact, Kent has known Mary most of his life (they've known each other since kindergarten). We shared a lot of information that was, at least from my perspective, a bit intense. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. I wanted to catch up and at the same time, be a friend. After dinner, I was wiped out, but in a good way. A few photos from the trip...



Tuesday, back to Boise 

I dropped Mary off at her home, and I took off to meet with my brother for the afternoon. We ended up fixing his computer that lost a hard drive. That evening, my cousin took me to a Shakespeare play at the Idaho Shakespeare Festival, where we saw "All's Well that Ends Well". It was well done. We had full dinners at the play and my cousin and I enjoyed a bottle of wine throughout the play. Nice.
Wednesday 


I visited with more family in the morning, then had lunch with my Aunt Verna. Verna is a person who will always be honest with you, whether you like it or not. She's always been that way. I give this a three thumbs up because something rather extraordinary happened.
Years ago, when I came out to my cousin (the one I was staying with this time), she asked if it would be ok to tell her Mom and Verna. I said it was. Well, neither aunt reacted very well, and at this point in my life, it serves no one to drag all of that up again. However, I do need to mention what Verna said, because it's relevant to the point I'm speaking of now. When she found out many years ago, she wrote me a letter and told me two things; 1) don't mention this (that I'm gay) to her husband because "he came from a different generation and he just wouldn't understand." Funny how I remember exactly how she put it. And 2), that I never mention this to my mother because "it would just kill her"... to know that she had a gay son. She said it in such a way to make me think it would have been easier if I were deformed or was a drunk, rather than be the ultimate worst thing that you could possibly be: gay.
So at lunch, we are talking about the family in general. And Verna tells me, as if it's something that she's been wanting to tell me for a very long time, "You ended up with quite a man didn't you? Kent is very nice." I told her that I felt very lucky. She said, "Well, I think you are both lucky. You've found a nice life together and it's all worked out."
That was actually a huge moment in my life. I wanted to ask her if Mom were alive today, if she would still ask me not to tell her, but the moment was so magical that this 84 year-old woman could completely come around on this topic, I just didn't want to ruin it. And you know, it really doesn't matter what she would have said. She accepts us now. That's good enough for me.
I'll leave the rest of the week with just this comment... it was a fun time. I met with friends at different times, and had a great time catching up. I left Boise yesterday morning at 7:30 a.m. in route to Chicago. I met Kent there, where he was returning from a trip to Seattle. We managed to get seats together for the flight home.
It's nice to be home, and I'm filled, as I go through all the photos that I took of people I love, with wonderful, warm memories.
I want to say one last thing. Throughout my life, I've been distant with my family. Now, I want to reconnect a bit, if that's possible. Perhaps it's something that I'm experiencing because of this period in my life. Throughout the rough periods in my life when I felt that my family just wasn't there for me, what always got me through were my friends. That is why I value nothing higher than friendship. "Blood is thicker than water"... that has not been my experience. I have a family, made up of my dear friends, who are not related to me by blood.
On this trip, I told one of my friends that she was really a part of my family. She knows who she is and I want her to know, I meant every single word of it. I wanted to say it for awhile, and I did on this trip.
It's important to tell those you care about how you feel. Don't assume they know.